In the Forgotten Land, the disappearance of Clawroline & Elfilin was starting to get some people worried. The citizens of Waddle Dee Town knew that they had gone to Planet Popstar with Kirby and that the Pink Puff would look after them, but each day, the shadow of their absence lengthened. The Dees missed the performances that the Lethal Leopard would put on at the theater, and quite a few were saddened that Elfilin, who had tried to save them from the Beast Pack before Kirby came. The Beast Pack, too, was starting to feel Clawroline's departure. They were used to working alone, given the vast amounts of territory they had domains over, but they still liked to keep in touch now and then.
Meanwhile, in Dreamland, Kirby had his hands full. First, Nago's girlfriend, Shiro, went missing, and then Clawroline and Elfilin went and disappeared. He assumed that the two of them had just popped a portal open and headed back to the Forgotten Land, but he hadn't had the time to see how they were - a thief was on the loose! Someone has been going around Dreamland stealing food, at first limited to just Whispy Woods' Woods and Cappy Town, but now the abduction of edibles has spread to every corner of the kingdom! Naturally, Kirby's first instinct was to talk to Dedede, you know, because as much as he has changed over the years, he stole everyone's food that once. But no, the penguin monarch was innocent - livid that his precious supply of potato chips had been diminished - but innocent. Then Kirby went to the Squeak Squad, but after all that time crossing the ocean to the Popopo Islands, where Daroach's airship always hovers as a base, it turned out they hadn't even heard that there was a food-stealing operation going on in Dreamland.
Whoever this thief was, they were just too fast on their feet for Kirby to catch up with, always one step ahead; meanwhile, Kirby has resorted to keeping his Kawasaki Shortcake under lock & key. Truly, dark times have officially begun when people start putting padlocks on their refrigerators. The only people who did not have to resort to such drastic security measures were Clawroline, Gooey, Elfilin, and Shiro - because the Butter Building was where all that purloined food ended up. It's also where Gooey got to express his creative sensitivities - the theft of a few buckets of paint here & there mainly went unnoticed by everyone more busy focusing on the food thefts, so Paint Gooey was free to spruce up the various empty rooms of the Butter Building to his heart's content (and the felines' orders). A weighing scale had to be implemented, but royal regalia was also necessary for two growing monarchs: elegant chandeliers, posh sofas, carpets pleasing to see and feel, and some thrones. However, only Shiro was using hers since Clawroline was always out collecting 'tithes,' and the bobtail had run into a problem...
...she was getting too big for it.
"Hmph!...Gooey will...have to...make...a new...one...soon." Shiro complained as she wiggled her rump in her royal chair, though most of the irritation was exaggerated - in truth, she loved that her behind, consistently below average in comparison to the rest of her top-heavy form, was getting big enough to be too much for furniture. Gooey had painted it far differently from how Elfilis had conjured up Shiro's throne in that dream a month ago - made out of marble instead of bronze, with hundreds of elaborate marks scoring the backrest, one for each pound gained since it was commissioned. To the marble throne side was a small, porcelain chair, simple in design yet endearing, just like the prince who usually sat on it. Shiro kept grinding her plush posterior until she finally got comfortable, hips rising over the armrests on either side of her like loaves of bread in an oven, and sighed with a content smirk as she sipped some more from her strawberry milkshake. "This is...the life...huh, princy?" Shiro patted her ample backside affectionately, eliciting a flustered noise of affirmation from the chinchilla she was sharing her throne with underneath the two globes of alabaster fur.
Elfilin could have opened a portal with his spatial abilities and escaped from the Butter Building and Shiro's clutches. Beating a retreat, however, never crossed his mind - this was a game of domination, conquest, and warfare; retreat is never an option, even after control of the board has shifted away from his paws to Shiro and Clawroline's. Dignity? Respect? That was overrated - as long as his queen and princess were happy and they kept winning battle after culinary battle, he was still having fun. And the results spoke for themselves!
In the month since Shiro had begun her competition with Clawroline, her weight has risen to the lofty 490 lb mark, just ten away from the big five-double-oh. The bobtail's body had become profoundly plump while proudly displaying outstanding curves. The softness of her features was evident everywhere, especially in her well-fed face adorned with firmly round cheeks, a tenderly chubby neck stretching softly from her collarbone to her chin, and broad, burly shoulders. Despite the flab, however, the princess radiated strength, basking in the confidence and stalwart power she weaved with her posture alone. The dreamlander's arms were well-padded and soft with flossy flab, having to be pushed out from the fat flesh that had collected on the feline's chest. Shiro's weighty, firm bosom had become so large that her side boobs were forcing her arms out at rest.
The snow-white colored cat's chubby, supple stomach stood out from her torso confidently, impossible to retract but firm enough to avoid sagging against the oak-thick and soft-as-velvet waistline she carries. And even though her thighs and calves might never go toe to toe with Clawroline's, Shiro's were now remarkably fleshy, grinding together constantly yet never hindering her jaunts to more food. Shiro's back was not spared from her feasting, either, richly fleshed with multiple thick folds where it met the slope of her jiggly, superbly meaty hips, yet still had enough steely power to keep her stance upright (somewhere buried underneath all that cushiony fur and lard). Her posterior might have been the smallest part of her, but that did not mean it was not something to see! It had become padded with ample amounts of adipose, wobbling like two disturbed orbs of gelatinized milk with every swing of the hips,
Elfilin was getting an in-depth appreciation of these two orbs as they rested on his legs, lap, torso, and face. This was one of Shiro's 'funishments,' a term she came up with to describe the various techniques she had employed to keep the space mouse in line - this morning, he dared to suggest to his princess that she might want to slow down with her binge of milkshakes. He was all for getting the bobtail fatter, but he was also concerned for her health, and even though neither Clawroline nor Shiro have exhibited any health detriments brought on by their new flab, ingesting a breakfast that consisted of nothing save for variously flavored milkshakes sounded like asking for trouble. 'Maybe you'd rather like an apple instead?' he asked with a sweet grin. But cats liked milk, and milkshakes were like milk but shaken; thus, better. If the princess wanted her diet for the day to be milk, ice cream, and the associated flavorings that came with it, then that is what she would have. Shiro purred, finishing her 42nd milkshake of the day and swiftly moving onto the 43rd by lazily leaning forward to the banquet table Gooey had painted for her and Clawroline, pleased as punch that the lethal leopard chose to raid a malt shop before it opened earlier today.
"So...gooooood...~" Shiro giggled with unwavering glee as she sucked down the fattening beverage, and Elfilin, smushed against the throne's soft pillows and the bobtail's even softer posterior, could almost feel the weight on his frame get more intense as Shiro slurped more and more into her stomach, swelling with each gulp. "I think...key lime...pie flavor...is my favorite...so far..." She remarked in supreme satisfaction, while her toy could only respond with more muffled gibberish sounds; she couldn't understand a word, but it was sweet to the ears nonetheless. She stuck a paw between the cavernous canyon that was the space between her two ass cheeks so she could give her little chinchilla an affectionate head pat - so cute...so small...and surprisingly comfy for such a little guy!
"Today is...a very...important...one. Clawroline...and me...are going...to weigh...together..." The bobtail explained before she sucked more from her key lime pie milkshake, already halfway through with the cup. "Pretty...soon...you're gonna...have to...call me...Queen~" Shiro nodded, confident that she would be the one who would come out on top with this little competition. Sure, Clawroline had been doing some gaining of her own this past month, but she had traversed all over Dreamland to get food! Surely, all that exercise had to have canceled out whatever calories she had gotten from her own meals...
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Normally, Elfilin was the one to answer it, but he was indisposed at the moment, so, with a huff, Shiro got up from her seat, leaving behind a dazed Elfilin with spirals in his eyes but a happy smile on his face. She plodded her way to the steel door and looked out the slit...
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